The Antevasin
Written by Annette Gagliardi
She lives at the border
Always dreaming.
A non-conformist,
She is not a villager.
No household calls to her.
She is in sight of the forest.
Ever searching.
No sage or deity of the woods.
She waits for no soul
To bid her enter.
She stands with one foot in two worlds
Constantly learning.
An in-between - – a border-dweller
She studies the unknown
Traveling lightly.